The Pokemon Huntress

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Disclaimer: I do not own PKMN.

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Please note that this method of catching Mew is completely fiction; it cannot be used to catch a Mew anywhere as far as I know.

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Demetria (Deme)

Gender: female

Age: 19

Height: 5'9"

Bio: Deme comes from a very rich family, which enabled her to excel at her favorite hobby early on—pokemon hunting. She's a well-known bandit, has been to prison more times then she cares to recall, and once stole exceedingly rare pokemon—like Dragonite, Kabutops, Metagross, and Togetic—from police officers. Arrogant, spoiled, but exceedingly kind, Deme won Tris's love early on in their childhood together.

Tristan (Tris)

Gender: male

Age: 18

Height: 6'0"

Bio: Tristan was orphaned when he was eight. He was left to wander and survive on his own—by stealing, cheating, pick pocketing and a small job every now and then—and thus the innocent, honest little boy his parents had raised was gone. Deme's parents took him in when he was nine, and the rich princess's ideas greatly influenced him. He fell in love with her, leading him to where he is today.

Chapter 1: The Map Is Laid Out

The light in the study was bright, mostly because the curtains were pulled back to let in the midday sunshine. The east wall was windows, with window seats every ten feet or so, the two walls on either side were nothing but bookshelves. Two large rectangular tables graced the center of the room, parallel to each other. The red carpet made the already large room feel bigger.

Demetria was leaning over the end of the left table, closer to the windows. Her mind raced with a huntress's efficiency as she thought through the risks involved with this new idea. Risks were always there, but some outweighed the adventure. She knew this from experience.

Four crystals, last noted to be in the four corners—north, south, east and west—of Kanto Region that when brought together in Mt. Moon would summon Mew. Capturing legendaries was always much more difficult then other pokemon and there was always the world's balance of power to consider. If she captured Mew, the ways that the Earth would become instable were incalculable. The last time a legendary had been captured, the Orange Islands had been engulfed in tidal waves and had only recently become inhabitable again.

The adventure called to her heart, beckoned her to the challenge. Smiling, she realized that she could not resist. Her first die was cast.

But there was still what she was to do with her male Raichu's tracking chip. Spark had been implanted with the chip when she had been released from prison after a half-year sentence for pokemon hunting. Tristan's female Raichu Jolt had also been implanted with one. Neither had a clue how to get rid of them and if they didn't the police would end their adventure before it even started. (They were, unfortunately, under house arrest…)

First things first, she had to find a way to remove the tracking chips, then she could convince Tristan that the adventure was worth the effort.

The large oak door opened and she looked up. Tristan, dressed in black jeans and a black long-sleeved turtle neck, was carrying two glasses in one hand. She smiled up at him as he walked toward her. His thick black hair and his nearly black eyes added to the air of tall, dark and handsome. She knew that he dyed his hair to keep it so black—it was a brunet color naturally—and wore colored contacts to cover his brown eyes.

He handed her one of the glasses and she took a shallow swallow as he looked over her shoulder at what she was doing. The drink was wine.

She could feel his concentration as he scanned the pages she had laid out, as his mind tumbled over the same things hers had.

Then his gaze switched and he ran his eyes over her. She wore bright red sweat pants and a shirt with lush fabric straps that went off her shoulders by design. It was cut low to show bust. Her hair was pulled back, so he reached out and pulled the hair band out, running his fingers through the thick reddish mass, draping it over her shoulder.

"You always look so devilish when you wear red, Deme," he whispered in her ear. "What are you scheming now, sweetheart?"

"Wouldn't you like a Mew?" she asked erotically.

He frowned slightly. "What would you do with such a pokemon? It's too rare to battle along side and anyone who managed to get a hold of it would use it as a trophy."

She thought through what he'd said. It made perfect sense, not that that surprised her. Tristan might be a pokemon hunter, but he was careful to see to it that the pokemon he captured was as well cared for as could be.

"The adventure of it calls," she said softly. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Your parents will kill us both for another outing, Deme,"

"They'll have to catch us first."

Tris looked from the scattered papers to Demetria. She would go after the Mew on her own if he said he wasn't willing to go. At least if he went, he could work things more to his moral standards—not much, but important considering his profession. Keeping her out of harm's way as well as the pokemon was what he did on the side; sort of his undercover job.

"Alright, let's go."